Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Han Guanshan's strong body was blocking the door and flirting with the woman outside.

The hand holding the cigarette paused at his side, he smiled jokingly, and all his attention was focused on the footsteps approaching behind him.

Zhao Yiyi was standing outside the door and obviously saw Song Weiyu as well. Her smiling face suddenly froze.

The woman in the bedroom was not wearing any makeup and even looked sickly, but she was still incredibly beautiful. Even her paleness made her look pitiful.

Eyes, also peach blossom eyes...

At this moment, Zhao Yiyi understood why Han Guanshan always stared at her eyes in a daze.

Once, she heard Han Guanshan drunkenly say to Zhou Qingye, "It's similar, but lacks some of the charm. Your sister Qi's eyes are hooked, and one look at them makes people itch."

At that time, she thought that the "Sister Qi" the man was referring to was her.

After all, he always leaned on her and couldn't help shouting, "Xixi, Xixi" after getting drunk.

……

Song Weiyu had already walked up to him, and Han Guanshan turned sideways to look at her.

The two people's eyes were inadvertently entangled, and both sides contained unclear and sticky meanings.

Song Weiyu couldn't stand this kind of ambiguity, so he looked away as if escaping and grabbed the door.

Zhao Yiyi resumed her usual smile, "Master Han, why don't you introduce this sister to me? I..."

Before he could finish his words, the bedroom door behind Han Guanshan was slammed shut by Song Weiyu.

"Get lost, and go to the woods behind."

Zhao Yiyi was frightened by her unscrupulous attitude. Who dared to be so presumptuous in front of Han Guanshan?

She turned to look at the man tremblingly, "Master Han, this sister has such a bad temper. How can such a person stay by your side? Wouldn't she make you angry every day..."

Han Guanshan rubbed his ears, which were almost deafened by the noise, with the hand holding the cigarette, and snorted, "Let me introduce you to a tigress with a very small mind, a bully in Beijing."

Zhao Yiyi caught a glimpse of helpless pampering in Han Guanshan's smirking eyes.

He actually indulged this woman so much.

It seems that we can't just sit there and wait for death.

Zhao Yiyi looked at the tightly closed bedroom door and her hand holding the bag tightened.

At this time, inside the door, Song Weiyu was also looking at the door, but he raised a triumphant smile.

Han Guanshan sent Zhao Yiyi away and returned to the bedroom. Song Weiyu had already returned to the bed and was watching short videos.

He asked, "You just said that you've thought about it, what's the answer?"

Song Weiyu didn't look up and clicked on a video.

A female voice came from the phone, "If a man doesn't love himself, he's just rotten cabbage..."

Han Guanshan froze beside the bed, licked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, and gritted his teeth, "I'm a normal man! I can't go decades without touching a woman, right?"

Song Weiyu raised his head with amusement, "What are you talking about? It's your freedom to touch one woman or a hundred women. What does it have to do with me?"

"I only care about whether Fu Haitang loves herself or not."

"Oh, and Chen Fang. They are my people, they are clean, that's all~"

She raised her eyebrows, then lowered her head and fiddled with her cell phone as if nothing had happened.

Han Guanshan took a deep breath and repeated the doctor's words in his mind: Don't make her angry, don't let her emotions fluctuate, her heart will hurt...

After finally holding back his anger, the person on the bed suddenly threw his phone to the ground and wiped his hands with the disinfectant wipes on the bedside.

Leisurely said: "Dirty, very dirty."

"Song Weiyu you fucking bastard!..."

Han Guanshan stretched his neck, veins bulging under his tight skin, and his already strong muscles faintly revealed a bulging breath.

"I've been giving you face these past two days, right? I've been serving you with kindness and I wish I could hold you up and raise you, and you think I'm dirty?"

Song Weiyu was calm and composed, looking over, "Han Guanshan, are you angry because of shame?"

He opened his mouth, but remained speechless.

Song Weiyu continued, "You were poked by me? Han Guanshan, you know me best. My things can only belong to me. If someone else touches them even a little bit, I won't want them anymore."

The man turned sideways, not looking at her, his angular features showing anger.

"I'm dirty, right? Haha, then let me show you whether Fu Haitang is dirty or not."

Song Weiyu's heart tightened, and a huge sense of panic came over him. The blood in his body seemed to stop flowing, and his voice floated in the air.

"You...what do you mean?"